Working the water-line the apple haunts the edge of—
A shard of selenite is said to clear negativity.
Like a stained glass window.
Against the rules, we coupled on your grandmother’s floor.
Write it the way a Painted Lady explosion
erases it. Five minutes ago.
Thus, you grow faint like bioluminescence.
Pouring what I know into small vials. Back and forth.
Blur the field to include not-seeing.
When we were a potted plant or something.
Halved pomegranate knocked against a bowl.
Thus, is every tree wild?
so what if they do not look back at you—